Everybody’s looking for the sun / people strain their eyes to see/ but I see you and you see me
I should listen to myself. I was well and truly suckered. As recently as last week I railed self-righteously against the overpriced, and sadly very prevalent, pretentious eateries that
To be precise I said it would be a cold day in hell before I ventured there again. Well that day came, although, and I need to scream this from every rooftop, it was not my idea…again…it was not my idea….
Blame my dear friends; in particular Sandy Doll who suggested it then announced she couldn’t make it, leaving another eight of us to suffer grossly overpriced average Japanese food in unimaginative surroundings after a two and a half hour wait.
When the food arrived it was, and lets be generous here, less than average, small, slightly cold and greasy. There was none of the imagination, flair, humour and delicacy that fine Japanese dining demands (and I’m used to at even the cheapest places here in
The sign on the door announcing its 2005 Metro Restaurant award should’ve been enough of a warning. I long ago learnt never to trust anything in that shabby and pointless rag beyond the odd in-depth piece that accentuates the worthlessness of everything around it. As long as I can recall Metro’s positive food reviews are an indicator as to what is best avoided, with their celebrations of the shallow and plain shitty places of which Soto is a perfect example.
The only diversion in our ruined evening was the large, and offensively loud (they don’t teach manners at
But within 48 hours we were sitting on the seafront in
It can be an unpleasantly Orwellian place despite all the shopping and food.
And yet this, largely soulless, nation, with all its money and technology is powerless to stop a few peasant farmers from covering its little island in great wafts of grey smoke for large slabs of the year. There seems to be some natural justice in that, although obviously the smoke is less than desirable for a variety of reasons.
But that said, the techno hunger in me, loves a place like Funan It, where I can look at all the things I can’t buy in
But you realise that there is perhaps something more than a new train line, and even the simplest warung has better service, ambiance and food than a thousand begotten Sotos can aspire to….